Disclaimer: Would J.K Rowling really be on here submitting stories as of which she already owns? Somehow…I don't quite think so…
Warnings: Yeah so it's a slash…don't read it if you don't like it…it's not rocket science!
Pairings: Harry/Draco
She could hardly see anything. She was lying under a tree, trying to regain her breath when she saw him. He was right at the edge of the grounds and Hermione could just make out his slim line shape and round glasses in the dark. You would think at such an important time like this Hermione would think to remember some spells that may actually be able to help her. She'd killed several people, as had the rest of the students of Hogwarts, but for her it was different. She was now classed a murderer. People's hearts had actually stopped beating…because of her. She was finding it hard to consume. But from what she could see, she was finding it harder to consume the fact that Harry was moving away from the battle that would either make or break the wizarding world. So, trying to get up by leaning on the tree behind her, she stood up and quickly made her way over to him.
"Harry?…HARRY?" she exploded behind him. He spun around to face her wondering who it was that had called.
"Hermione? What is it, what's wrong?" he asked frantically, hoping for all the Death Eaters and Voldemort's sake that another one of his friends hadn't died. Then he knew he would go absolutely crazy.
"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING? THE BATTLE IS THAT WAY HARRY!" she yelled, pointing behind her. "YOU GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WH-ohhhh…" she realised, trailing off. She could see the limp form of someone a few feet from where Harry was standing, arms outstretched, pale blond hair around his soft as silk face. Hermione sighed and looked around. "Do what you're doing and quickly Harry. Remember that there is still a war going on." And with that she disappeared into the battle once again.
Harry crouched low onto the ground and crawled over to Draco. From what he could see, he was out cold, but thankfully still breathing. His eyelids were fluttering as if he wanted to open them but couldn't work up the energy. Harry looked all around him before slowly picking Draco up and making his way to the trees near the Forbidden Forest. Curses and hexes were flying everywhere, and with Draco in his arms he could barely dodge them all. It felt like a lifetime but finally, Harry made it to the trees. He lay Draco down and thought hard. If any Death Eaters came through here they would surely find Draco and kill him…or worse. He had to think of a way to hide him without drawing too much attention to himself. What felt like hours but was really only a few seconds, Harry exclaimed in triumph, and nearly slapped himself when he realised how simple it had all been.
"How could I not remember, my invisibility cloak! Duh!" he mumbled to himself. "AccioInvisibility Cloak!" he yelled in a quiet whisper. He didn't think it worked and was about to try again before he heard the whizzing in the air and felt something soft land at his feet. "Thank Merlin". He whispered some overly protective spells around the area and then a few healing spells on Draco before putting the cloak over his unconscious body and tucking him away safely in a corner. Now that he could stop worrying about his one true love he could go and do what it was he was destined to do. Defeat that Dark Lord bastard once and for all.
It was over, and Hermione couldn't believe it. She was astonished at the display that had just taken place. Lights of all shapes and sizes had just left the giant bubble-like dome that had surrounded the Dark Lord and her best friend, and everyone around was trying to take a look inside. Once all the smoke had cleared, Hermione could easily see not two, but one body lying in the middle of the grounds. She was absolutely terrified, seeing as she wasn't 100% sure which of the two most powerful wizards in the world it was. She tiptoed towards the circle and saw the ugliest pair of trainers she had ever seen and a mop of messy black hair. "Oh Harry..." she whispered. She ran towards the battleground and peered over Harry, pulling his head into her lap and stroking away the beads of sweat that covered his forehead. At this moment she thought of Ron. 'This is exactly the same position I held him in when I realised he was…' she stopped. She couldn't even think the word. A few single tears dropped from her eyes and onto Harry's face. His face twitched, and his forehead creased into a frown. He let out a small breath and opened his eyes.
"Hermione?" he groaned, trying to sit up, but failing miserably and swooning slightly.
"Don't try and sit up Harry, it'll only hurt more." she scolded, but in a calm soothing tone again, like the tone one's mother would use. He lay back down and his breath evened out before his eyes widened in terror and his breath sped up again.
"Oh my God. Draco!" he sat bolt upright and looked around him frantically. "Where is he Hermione, WHERE IS HE!" he yelled at her.
"Calm down Harry, I don't know what you're talking about!" Hermione yelled back, her eyes searching his. She didn't think she would get much more out of him though as that little outburst seemed to have taken up the rest of his energy. He lay back down and took deep breaths.
"Draco…Forbidden Forest…invisibility cloak…protection spells…help him." he got out, before the darkness over took him once again.
A/N Sorry I missed the battle scene! I know, I know, but I'm not too great at them and I didn't want to disgrace every writer out there and attempt it, so I'll just leave it up to the imagination…and Harry's explanation of it later =)